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ANNOYANCES.
They Beset Our Lives, Serving as
a Thorn to Sting and Perplex.
Small Cares, Though Numerous, are Pre
ferable to One Calamity, Kvcn Though
They Come :v* Plagues to lluuian Pa
tience.
Brooklyn, March 13. —At the Tabernacle
this morning Rev. T. De Witt Talmage,
D. D., expounded appropriate passages of
Scripture. He then gave out the hymn
beginning:
“Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No ! There's a cross for every one,
And there’s a cross for me.”
The subject of his discourse was “Sting
ing Annoyances,” and his text Deuterono
my vii., 20: “The Lord thy God will send
the hornet.” He said:
It seems as if all the insect world were
determined to war against the human race.
It is every year attacking the grain-fields
and the orchards and Ihe vineyards. The
Colorado beetle, the Nebraska grasshop
per, the New Jersey locust, the universal
potato-destroyer, seem to be carrying on
the work which was begun ages ago, when
the insects buzzed out of Noah’s ark as the
door was opened.
In my text the hornet flies out on its mis
sion. It is a species of wasp, swift in its
motion and violent in its sting. Its touch
Is torture to man or beast. We have all
seen the cattle run bellowing from the cut
of its lancet. In boyhood we used to stand
cautiously looking at the globular nest
hung from the tree branch, and while
we were looking at the wonderful
paste-board covering we were struck
with something that sent us shriek
ng away. The hornet goes in swarms.
It has captains over hundreds, and
twenty of them attacking one man will
produce certain death. The Persians at
tempted to conquer a Christian city, but
the elephants and the beasts on which the
Persians rode were assaulted by the hor
net, so that the whole army was broken up
and the besieged city was rescued. This
burning and noxious insect stung out the
Ilittites and Cannanites from their coun
try. What the gleaming sword and chariot
of war could not accomplish was done by
the puncture of an insect. The Lord sent
the hornet.
My friends, when we are assaulted by
behemoths cf trouble—great behemoths of
trouble—we become chivalric and we as
sault them; we get on the high-mettled
steed of our courage and make a cavalry
charge at them, and, if God be with us, we
come out better and stronger than when
we went in. But, alas for these insectile
annoyances of life—these foes too small to
shoot, these things without any avoirdu
pois weight—the gnats, and the midgets,
and the flies, and the wasps, and the hor
nets ! In other words, it is the small
stinging annoyances of our life which
drive us out and use us up. Into the best
conditioned life, for some grand and glo
rious purpose, God sends the hornet.
I remark in the first place that these
small stinging annoyances may come in
the shape of a sensitive, nervous organiza
tion. People who are prostrated under ty
phoid fevers, or with broken bones, get
plenty of sympathy; but who pities any
body that is nervous? The doctors say,
and the family says, and every body says:
“Oh! she’s only a little nervous; that’s
all.” The sound of a heavy foot, the
harsh clearing of a throat, a discord in
music, a want of harmony between the
shawl and the glove on the same person, a
curt answer, a passing slight, the wind
from the east, any one of ten thousand
annoyances, opens the door for the hor
net. The fact is that the vast majority
of the people in this country are over
worked, and their nerves are the first
to give out. A great multitude are un
der the strain of Leyden, who, when he
was told by his physicians that if he did
not stop working while he was in such
poor physical health he would die, re
sponded : “Doctor, whether I live or die
the wheel must keep going around.”
These persons of whom I speak have a
bleeding sensitiveness. The flies love to
light on anything raw, and these people
are like the Canaanites spoken of in the
text or context—they have a very thin cov
ering and are vulnerable at all points.
And the Lord sent the hornet.
Again, these small insect annoyances
may come to us in the shape of friends and
acquaintances who aro always saying dis
agreeable things. There are some people
you can not be with for half an hour but
you feel cheered and comforted. Then
there are other people you can not be with
for five minutes before you feel miserable.
They do not mean'to disturb you, but
they sting you to the bone. They
gather up all the yarn - which the
gossips spin, and peddle it. They gather
up all the adverse criticism about your
person, about your business, about your
home, about your church, and they make
vonr ear the funnel into which tfley pour it.
They laugh heartily when they tell you, as
though it were a good joke, and you laugh,
too—outside. These people are brought to
our attention in the Bible, in the Book of
Ruth: Naomi went forth beautiful and with
the finest of worldly prospects into another
land, but after a while she came back wid
owed, and sick, and poor. What did her
friends do when she came back to the city?
They all went out, and, instead of givingher
common sense consolation, what did they
do? Read the book of Ruth and find out.
They threw up their hands and said: “Is
this Naomi?” as much as to say, “Hov?
very bad you look!” When 1 entered the
ministry 1 looked very pale for years, and
every year, for four or live years, a hun
dred timos a year. I was asked if 1 was not
in a consumption; and passing through
the room I would sometimes hear people
sigh and cry: “Ah! not long for this
world 1” I resolved in t hose times that I
never, in my conversation, would say any
thing depressing, and, by the help of
God. I have kept the resolution. These
people of whom I speak reap and
bind in the great harvest-liold of dis-
couragement. Some days you greet them
with a hilarious “Good morning,” and they
come buzzing at you with some depressing
information. The Lord sent the hornet.
It is astonishing how some people prefer to
write and to say disagreeable things. That
was the case when years ago Henry
M. Stanley returned after his magnificent
exploit of finding Doctor David Living
stone, and when Mr. Stanley stood be
fore the savants of Europe, and many of
the small critics of the day, under pretense
of getting geographical information, put
to him most insolent questions, he folded
his arms and refused to answer. At the
very time when you would suppose all
decent men would have applauded the
heroism of the man there were those to
hiss. The Lord sent the hornet. And
when afterward that man sat down on
the western coast of Africa, sick and
worn, perhaps, in the grandest achieve
ment of the age in the way of geographi
cal discovery, there were small critics all
over the world to buzz and buzz, and cari
cature and deride him, and when a few
weeks after that he got the London pa
pers, as he opened them, out Hew the
hornet. When I see that there are so many
people in the world who like to say dis
agreeable things, and write disagreeable
things, I come almost, in my weaker mo
ments, to believe what a man said to me in
Philadelphia one Monday morning. I went
to get the horse that was at the livery, and
the hostler, a plain man, said to me: “Mr.
Talmage, 1 saw that you preached to the
young men yesterday.” 1 said, “Yes.” He
said: “No use, no use; man’s a failure.”
The small insect annoyances of life
sometimes come in the shape of a local
physical trouble, which docs not amount to
a positive prostration, but which bothers
you when you want to I'ecl the best. Per
haps it is a sick headache which has been
the plague of your life, and you appoint
some occasion of mirth or sociality or use
fulness, and when the clock strikes
the hour you can not make your appear
ance. Perhaps the trouble is between the
ear and the forehead, in the shape of a
neuralgic twinge. Nobody can see it or
sympathize with you; but just at the time
when you want your intellect clearest,
and your disposition brightest, you feel a
sharp, keen, disconcerting thrust. The
Lord sent the hornet.
Perhaps these small insect annoyances
will come in the shape of a domestic irri
tation. The parlor and kitchen do not al
ways harmonize. To get good service and
to keep it is one of the great questions of
the country. Sometimes it may be the ar
rogancy and inconsiderateness of employ
ers; but whatever be the fact, we all
admit there are these insect annoyances
winging their way out from the culi
nary department. If the grace of God be
not in the heart of the housekeeper
she can not maintain her equilibrium.
The men come home at night and hear the
story of these annoyances and say, “O!
these homo troubles are very little
things.” They are small, small as wasps,
but they sting. Martha’s nerves were
all unstrung when in asking
Christ to reprove
of thousands of women who are dying,
stung to death by these pestiferous do
mestic annoyances. The Lord sent the
hornet.
These fjnall insect disturbances may also
come in the shape of business irritations.
There are men here who went through
1857 and September 24, 1869, without los
ing their balance, who are every day un
horsed by lit^^ar.noyances —a clerk’s ill
manners, or of ink on a bill of
lading. the extravagance of a partner
who oveffiraws his account, or the under
selling Wl a business rival, or the whis
pering of business confidences in the
street, or the making of some little had
debt which was against your judgment,
just to please somebody else. It is not the
panics that kill the merchants. Panics
come only once in ten or twenty years. It
is the constant din of these every-day an
noyances which is sending so many of our
best merchants into nervous dyspepsia and
paralysis and the grave. When our na
tional commerce fell flat on its face these
men stood up and felt almost defiant, hut
their life is giving way now under the
sfrarm of these pestiferous annoyances.
The Lord sent the hornet.
I have noticed in the history of some of
my congregation that their annoyances
are multiplying, and that they have a hun
dred where they used to have ten. The
naturalist tells us that a wasp sometimes
has a family of twenty thousand wasps,
and it does seem as if every annoyance of
your life bred a million. By the help of
God to-day 1 want to show you the other
side.
The hornet is of no use ? Oh yes! The
naturalists tells us they are very import
ant in the world’s economy. They kill j
spiders and they clear the atmosphere, and
1 really believe Godsends the annoyances
of our life upon us to kill the spiders
of our soul and to clear the atmosphere of
our skies. These annoyances are sent
to us I think, to wake us up from
our lethargy. There is nothing that
makes a man so lively as a nest of “yellow
jackets,” and I think that these annoy
ances are intended to persuade us of the
fact that this is not a world for us to stop
in. If we had a bed of every thing that
was attractive and soft and easy, what
would we want of heaven? You think
that the hollow tree sends the hornet, or
you think the devil sends the hornet. I
want to correct your opinion. The Lord
sent the hornet.
Then I also think these annoyances
come upon us to culture our patience. In
the gymnasium you find upright parallel
bars—bars with holes over each other for
pegs to be put in. Then the gymnast takes
a peg in each hand and he begins to climb,
one inch at a time, or two inches, and get
ting his strength cultured, reaches after
awhile the ceiling. And it seems to me
that these annoyances in life are a moral
gymnasium, each worry a peg by which
we are to climb higher and higher in
Christian attainment. IVe all love to see
patience, but it can not be cultured in fair
weather. It is a child of the storm.
If you had every thing desirable and
there was nothing more to get, what
would you want with patience? The only
time to culture it is wheu you are slan-
dered and cheated, and sick and half
dead. “Oh,” you say, “if I only had the
circumstances of some well-to-do man
I would be patient, too.” You might as
well say: “If it were not for this water
I would swim;” or, “I could shoot this
gun if it were not for the caps.” When
you stand chin-deep in annoyances is the
time for you to swim out toward the
great headlands of Christian attainment,
and when your life is loaded to the
muzzle with repulsive annoyances, that
is the time to draw the trigger. Nothing
hut the furnace will ever burn out of us
the clinker and the slag. I have formed
this theory in regard to small annoyances
and vexations. It takes just so much
trouble to fit us for usefulness and for
heaven. The only question is, whether
we shall take it in the bulk, or pulverized
and granulated. Here is one man who
takes it in the hulk. His back is broken,
or his eyesight put out, or some other aw
ful calamity befalls him; while the vast
majority of the people take the thing
piecemeal. Which way would you rather
have it ? Of course, in piecemeal. Better
have five aching teeth than one broken
jaw. Better ten fly-blisters than an ampu
tation. Better twenty squalls than one
cyclone. There may be a difference of
opinion as to allopathy and homeopathy;
but in this matter of trouble I like home
opathic doses—small pellets of annoyance
rather than some knock-down dose of
calamity. Instead of the thunderbolt give
us the hornet.
If you have a bank you would a great
deal rather that fifty men should come in
with checks less than a hundred dollars
than to have two depositors come in the
same day each wanting his ten thousand
dollars. In this latter case you cough and
look down at the floor and up at the ceil
ing before you look into the safe. Now, my
friends, would you not rather have these
small drafts of annoyance on your bank
of faith than some all-staggering demand
upon your endurance? I want to make
you so strong that you will not surrender
to small annoyance. In the village of Ham
elin, tradition says, there was an inva
sion of rats, and these small creatures
almost devoured the town and threatened
the lives of the population, and the story
is that a piper came out one day ar d played
a very sweet tune, and all the vermin fol
lowed him—followed him to the banks of
the Weser, and then he blew a blast and
they dropped in and disappeared forever.
Of course this is a fable, but I wish I
could, on the sweet flute of the Gospel,
draw forth all the nibbling and burrowing
annoyances of your life, and play them
down into the depths forever. How many
touches did the artist gi’ii#to his picture of
“Cotopaxi.” or his “Heart of the
Andes?” I suppose about fifty thousand
touches. I hear the canvas saying, “Why
do you keep me trembling with that pen
cil so long? Why don’t you put it on in
one dash?” “No,” says the artist, “I know
howto make a painting; it will take fifty
thousand of these touches.” And I want
you, my friends, to understand that it is
these ten thousand annoyances which, un
der God, are making up the picture of
your life, to be hung at last in the galleries
of Heaven, fit for angels to look at. God
knows how to make a picture.
I go into a sculptor’s studio, and see him
shaping a statue. He has a chisel in one
hand and a mallet in the other, and he
gives a very gentle stroke —click, click,
click! I say: “Why don’t you strike
harder?” “Oh!” he replies, “that would
shatter the statue. I can’t do it that way;
I must do it this way.” So he works on,
and after a while the features come out,
and every body that enters the studio is
charmed and fascinated. Well, God has
your soul under process of develop
ment, and it is the little annoyances and
vexations of life that are chiseling out
your immortal nature. It is click, click,
click! I wonder why some great provi
dence does not come, and with one stroko
prepare you for Heaven. Ah, no; God says
that is not the way. And so he keeps on
by strokes of little vexations, until at last
you shall be a grand spectacle for angels
and for men. You know that a large for
tune may be spent in small change, and a
vast amount of moral character may
go away in small depletion. It is the little
troubles of life that are having more effect
upon you than great ones. A swarm of lo
custs will kill a grain-field sooner than the
incursion of three or four cattle.
You say, “Since I lost my child, since I
lost my property. I have been a different
man.” But you do ned recognize the arch
itecture of little anncl-ances that are hew
ing, digging, shaping, split
ting interjoining your moral quali
ties. Rats may sink a ship. One
lucifer match may send destruction
through a block of store-houses. Cather
ine de Medicis got her death from smelling
a poisonous rose. Columbus, by stopping
and asking for a piece of bread and a
drink of water at a Franciscan convent,
was led to the discovery of a new world.
And there is an intimate connection be
tween trifles and immensities, between
nothings and everythings.
Now, be careful to let none of these an
noyances go through your soul unar
raigned. Compel them to minister to your
spiritual wealth. The scratch of a six
penny nail sometimes produces lock-jaw,
and the clip of a most infinitessimal annoy
ance may damage you forever. Do not let
any annoyance or perplexity come across
your soul without its making you better.
Our National Government does not think
it belittling to put a tax on pins and a tax
on buckles and a tax on snoes. The indi
vidual taxes do not amount to much, but in
the aggregate to millions and millions of
dollars. And I would have you. O Chris
tian men, put a high tariff on every annoy
ance and vexation that come through your
soul. This might not amount to much in
single cases, but in the aggregate it would
be a great revenue of spiritual strength
and satisfaction. A bee can suck honey
even out of a nettle; and if you have the
grace of God in your heart, you can get
sweetness out of that which would other
wise irritate and annoy.
A returned missionary told me that a
company of adventurers rowing up the
Ganges wore stung to death by flics that
infest that region at certain reasons. 1
have seen the earth streweA with the
VOL. IV.—NO. 4.
carcases of men slain by insect annoy
ances. The only way to get prepared
for the great troubles of life is to
conquer these small troubles. What
would you say of a soldier who refused to
load his gun or to go into the conflict be
cause it wr.s only a skirmish, saying: “I
am not going to expend my ammunition on
a skirmish; wait until there comes a gen
eral engagement, and then you will see
how courageous I am and what battling I
will do.” The General would say to such
a man: “If you are not faithful in a skir
mish, you would be nothing in a general
engagement.” And I have to tell you, oh,
Christian men, if you can not apply the
principles of Christ’s religion on a small
scale you will never be able to apply them
on a large scale.
If I had my way with you I would have
you possess all possible worldly prosper
ity. I would have you each one a garden
—a river flowing through it—geraniums
and flowers as beautiful as though the
rainbow had fallen. I would have you a
house, a splendid mansion, and the bed
should be covered with upholstery dipped
in the setting sun. I would have every
hall in your house set with statues and
statuettes, and then I would have the four
quarters of the globe poured in all their
luxuries on your table, and you should
have forks of silver and knives of gold, in
laid with diamonds and amethysts. Then
you should, each one of you, have the
finest horses, and your pick of the equip
ages of the world. Then I would have you
live a hundred and fifty years, and you
should not have a pain or ache until the
last breath. “Not each one of us?” you say.
Yes; each one of you. “Not to your en
emies?” Yes; t'qe only difference I would
make with them would be that I would
put a little extra gilt on their walls, and a
little extra embroidery on their slip,
pers. But you say: “Why does not God
give us all these things.” Ah ! I bethink
myself. He is wiser. It would make fools
and sluggards of us if we had our way.
No man puts his best picture in the portico
or vestible of his house. God meant this
world to be only the vestibule of heaven,
that great gallery of the universe toward
which we are aspiring. We must not have
it too good in this world or we would want
no Heaven.
Polycarp was condemned to be burnt to
death. The stake was planted. He was
fastened to it. The faggots were placed
around him; the fierce flames kindled,
but history tells us that the flames
bent outward like the canvass of a ship
in a stout breeze, so that the flames, in
stead of destroying Polycarp, were only a
wall between him and his enemies. They
had actually to destroy him with the
poniard; the flames would not touch him.
Well, my hearers, I want you to under
stand that by God’s grace the flames ol
trial, instead of consuming your soul, are
only going to be a wall of defense and a
canopy of blessing. God is going to fulfill
to you the blessing and the promise, as He
did to Polycarp. “When thou walkesl
through the fire thou shalt not be burned.”
Now you do not understand; you shall
know hereafter. In Heaven you will bless
God even for the hornet.
DON’T SPOIL THE BOYS.
Order and Tidiness Indicative of the Free
Character of Hoy or Girl.
Sisters, don’t you put the boys’ things
away! Let the boys hang up their own
hats and coats and put away their bats,
balls, tennis rackets, school books, eta If
they drop them in the hall or on the parlor
floor tell them good-naturedly that neither
mother, nor sister, nor maid is going to
put them in their places. They are dear,
good fellows, and you don’t mind doing it
one bit, indeed you leather like it. But you
must deny yourselves this pleasure. Hab
its are masters. You don’t want your
brother to live all his life under the domin
ion of disorderly habits. You and your*
mother ought to cure him. It would be a
good plan if ever)’ boy could have tha
training of a West Point cadet in orderli
ness. No untidiness allowed in his rooml
Every inch of it must be in perfect order—
and he must put it so and keep it so him
self. How independent and comfortabla
this makes the man.
A word or two now to the mothers.'
Mothers are apt to let their boys go.
“Sallie,” says mother to Bob’s sister,
~put away your things, keep your drawers
iu order; and while you are about it do put
away Bob’s things, too.” Let me whisper
a word in Sallie’s oar. I think you will be
forgivon if yttu rebel, gently and argu
mentatively, against maternal authority
when it commands you to look after “Bob’s
things.”—AT. Y. Herald.
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A Secret of Success.
One of the grand secrets of success in
life is to keep ahead in all ways possible.
Tf you once fall behind, it may be very dif
ficult to make up the headway which is
lost. One who begins with putting aside
some part of his earnings, however small,
and keeps it for a number of years, is
likely to become rich before he dies. One
who inherits property and goes on year by
year spending a little more than his
income, will become poor if he lives long
enough. Living beyond their means has
brought multitudes of persons to ruin in
our generation. It is the cause of nine
tenths of all the defalcations which have
disgraced the age. Bankers and business
men do not often help themselves to other
people’s money until their own begins to
fall off and their expenditures exceed their
receipts. A man who is in debt walks in
the midst of perils. It can not but impair
a man’s self-respect to know that he is liv
ing at the expo use of others. It is also
very desirable that we should keep some
what ahead in our work. This may not be
possible in all cases; as, for instance, when
a man's work is assigned to certain fixed
hours, like that of the operatives in a mill.
But there are certain classes of people who
can choose their time for the work which
they are called to do, and amongst them
there are some who invariably put off tha
task assigned as long as possible, and then
come to its performance hurried, per
plexed, anxious, confused—in such a state
of mind as certainly unfits them for doing
their best work. Get ahead and keep
ahead, and your success is tolerably sure.
Baptist Weekly.
On how small a portion of earth will hold
us when we are dead, who ambitiously so
after the whole world while we are li\ iu 0 :
— J‘hUio •/ i ' .ceUuu.